Woman on the Move

I ran every light trying to prove
To my woman on the move
That I could beat her to it
I crashed halfway past Franklin Avenue
I howled at the moon
Then I took off on foot

I'm still in debt from the accident
Yeah, I was a wreck when I met you there
But looking back, it doesn't seem so bad

Da-da (Da-da-da-da)
Da-da (Da-da-da-da)
Da-da-da-da-da
Da-da

I worked an office job on the seventh floor
Where you, you'd call when I was stoned
And temporarily low
Looking to pick me up, but the right words never came
Still, I, I knew what you were saying
I just took it the wrong way

I can't defend the way I was back then
Yeah, I was a mess when you let me in
But looking back, it doesn't seem so bad

After all this, Angeles, are you running still?
I thought I saw you somewhere in the Hollywood Hills
Chasing after anything, heading somewhere new
But that's the way you wanted it, you're my woman on the move

Ooh, love (Da-da-da-da)
Mmm, now love (Da-da-da-da)
Fell out of love

I'm still spent from the way it went
Bent like the shape that you left me in
But looking back, it doesn't seem so bad
Looking back, it doesn't seem so bad (Da-da-da-da)
Looking back, it doesn't seem that bad (Da-da-da-da)
(Da-da-da-da)
(Da-da-da-da)